"Babe! we don't have any milk!!!" you hear Jack in the fridge downstairs. You roll your eyes and smile. Hes so cute.
You walk down the stairs and into the kitchen. "We need milk?" you ask and rub your eyes. it's still early in the morning. "Yeah," Jack says and shuts the fridge.
Sweet baby Jesus he's not wearing a shirt.
"Why? you never drink milk anyways," you say and yawn. He leans back against the counter and says, "yeah but like, what if I wanted to make pancakes?" You burst out laughing and he cracks a smile.
"Jack you never cook!" you say through laughs and he laughs too. "Whatever, well just check in the fridge for some milk incase," he says and smirks at you. You turn towards the fridge suspiciously. You open it and look around. "Jack we have milk right here! We don't eve-" a pair of hands wrap around your waist and Jack rests his chin on your shoulder.
"I know baby I just wanted you to wake up," he whispers and you smile.
"Why? Jack you could've just w-" he turns you around and kisses you to stop you from talking. He holds onto the small of your back and pulls you in closer. "Jack I-" "I love you," he says. You open your mouth but no words come out.
"I-" "Say it. Say I love you," he says and tilts your chin up. He stares directly into your eyes. His eyes are so beautiful. And his hair- oh gosh his hair! Still messed around from sleeping. "I love you," you manage to say and he smiles. He picks you up, "That's my baby girl," he says and kisses you on the nose.
He carries you over to the couch and puts you down. You close your eyes and fake snore, pretending to be asleep. "Oh no! She fell asleep!" Jack says over dramatically. Jack lays ontop of you and holds onto your hands. You pretend to be asleep still.
He pushes your hands to either side of you. You can feel his breath on your cheek. He leans down and kisses you. You open your eyes. You try to pull your hands up around him but he's holding your hands down. He smiles into the kiss as you try to move your hands away. You groan and give up.
"Jack I couldn't breathe!!!" you say and his eyes flicker around your face. Hes so perfect. "Well that's kind of the thing about kissing, you have to hold your breath," he says. "Wel-" you are stopped mid sentence by Jack kissing you again. You grab onto his face and push him away.
"See! that's why I have to hold your hands down!" he says and flushes red.
You laugh and he puts on a smirk. He raises one eyebrow and says, "And so you don't get handsy." You scoff and roll your eyes. Turning back at him and he still has that smirk on his face.
You blush bright red and cover your face with your hands. He takes your hands away from your face and says, "It's okay, I don't mind." You look at him and try SO hard not to blush again with that smirk on his face.
"C'mon, I'm gonna show you what I like," he says. Your eyes widen and you gasp. "-No! No.. not that!" he says and his cheeks turn pink. "Gosh..." he says. He leans down and kisses you again.
He still holds onto your hands and kisses you. He moves your hands around his back and drops them. You leave them there and he moves his own hands around your lower waist. Your lips move in perfect sync and you can't help yourself. You run your hands though his hair.
He kisses you harder once you do that. Once you both are gasping for breath he says, "That," he breathes, "Is what I like."
